steel plate boots tomorrow, cos shit is getting deeper and deeper. Secondly, tomorrow is the pay day; if fat boy slim pay check drops on my toes, it would crush my entire foot.
Dammit, no workman's comp as a consultant. I better protect myself first.
My friend Meagan didn't win the 590 Million of Powerball. She promised me she would fly me to Paris for a romantic and intimate dinner. I ask her if she is willing to take her cube mate Jeniffer as the third wheel. To my surprise, Jeniffer doesn't wanna be the third wheel; she wanna a Threesome instead.
Ooh well, no threesome and not even an Onesome for me. I will eat salad for dinner tomorrow.
Thank God, Memorial weekend is coming. I need vacations.
Are there any Sugar Mamas available? If not, sugar-coated mama will do. I am lowering my bars now.